Amara’s POV
The wind screamed through the woods when I woke up.
However, I wasn't certain that I was awake.
Around me, everything was illuminated by silver light. The healer's hut had lost its walls. Rather, I knelt in the middle of a wooded clearing with my eyes hurting from the intense moonlight.
I touched the ground with my palm, but it wasn't firm. It was alive, pulsing beneath me. Inhaling.
"Where am I?" My voice broke. It had an odd echo, as if I were talking in a tunnel.
Above, a chilly wind stirred the branches.
On it, whispers floated.
"Priestess."
I winced. "Who is present?"
"Be awake."
Between the trees, shapes moved; they were dimly lit but mysterious, like ghosts illuminated by the stars.
My legs were shaking too much for me to stand. My wrist was scorched. Ancient
